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Even with six years of being a Londoner under my belt, there are still some quintessentially English things that will always remain a novelty to the American in me. Red telephone booths, London Bridge is really Tower Bridge, calling crosswalks zeb-bras and not zee-bras, and the reactions I get when I say ‘fanny pack’ are always priceless.

Also, as a matter of principle, I only take the paper from cockney geezers that call me Gorgeous or Love. That’s about 90% of them, but that is not the point.